If I say, 'Liril Soap' and 'Laaa la la la la', many people may start humming the classic Liril soap ad jingle. But the shocker is that the jingle was not original, but "inspired"! The bigger shocker was that the original jingle was also made for a lime-based soap just like HUL's Liril - Henkel's Fa!
Henkel's Fa ad campaign in 1968-69 by the Düsseldorf-based agency Hubert Troost Werbeagentur (usually called Troost) featured the 'Laaa la la la la' song. It was composed by the German composer Klaus Doldinger. The jingle became so popular that a vinyl single of the track (Listen: https://t.co/cec2MYDjPq) was released in 1969 under the pseudonym Paul Nero Sounds (one of Doldinger’s aliases for his more commercial/pop-oriented output at the time), explicitly tied to the Fa commercial: "Paul Nero Sounds (Klaus Doldinger) - Wild Freshness (FA Commercial)". It appeared on compilations like Pop-Shopping: Juicy Music From German Commercials 1960-1975.
Liril's (the soap itself inspired by Fa) first ad was released in 1974, in cinema theaters. It featured Air India stewardess Karen Lunel, and was made by the agency Lintas, and directed by Kailash Surendranath. The jingle was credited to Vanraj Bhatia (even though he simply added some Indian elements like Sitar, as an interlude, the actual melody was a direct lift from the Fa ad jingle by Klaus) and was sung by Preeti Desai.
That two lime-based soaps, across 2 countries, have almost similar visual devices (shots of the soap interspersed with bikini-clad woman bathing) and identical music, is no coincidence, and is probably part of the larger ethos of that time in India when Hindi film music too heavily "borrowed" from foreign sources without any credit. I should know, because I created an entire website listing original songs against many, many Indian film songs: https://t.co/DLJRmcva5M (many of the song links may be broken but you can always Google the titles and find new uploads on YouTube).
The Fa ad plays first, followed by the Liril ad.
#advertising #marketing
A very good article from the ex- owner of #MusltanSultan on how big of a mess ths PSL is in right now..There is no formal structure, no long term vision, no professionlism whatsoever..Most of the teams are facing heavy losses with the presemt financial structure of the #PSL
A lot of Iran's oil is going to be taken control of by the US at the end of this war. Just like Venezuela's. US will control 1/3rd of world's oil.
This new supreme leader and all will be gone by US/Israeli actions as well. Btw, please understand I'm not supporting such acts or the war.
This is just my pragmatic analysis. If you don't like it, or think otherwise, that's fine. But please don't abuse or hate me for it.
My hunch says there are already US assets inside Iranian regime who are part of the leadership now, doing a show of force against the US.
In sometime, they will sit with the US for peace talks and sell away Iran for their own safety and security of their family & assets in the west.
A lot of oil will flow later in the world. Including to India from Iran and Middle East in general at great rates. Russia too will be allowed to sell their oil to EU. US will also pump out oil.
Middle East will be transformed. Chinese influence is already gone in B'desh, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Maldives, and even Pakistan. It will go in Iran, Saudi, UAE, and Qatar as well.
India is positioned well for this new middle east order and soaking the energy surplus. It's going to be great. As long as China doesn't do something to disrupt India's peace next year or cause a recession as economic problems hit home.
GLISCO-DS (globalist, islamist, communist deep state) is getting dismantled by the new all-American deep state using Trump. This is what we are seeing.
Next they will go after Cuba. Another China influenced communist regime close to the US.
Russia knows. But Russia won't do anything to support VZ, Iran, or Cuba. Because they are the ones troubled the most by this China run GLISCO-DS all these years. Even more than India.
Sharda Ugra is spot-on here: “Over the last decade, Star Sports and now Jiostar have chosen to show us the game according to how their upper management/ money men/ revenue managers see it. Not as a sport that is deeply loved, followed and played with equal passion by varied range of Indian economic, cultural, linguistic and regional demographies — each one different from the other, yet each quintessentially native. But as something to be packaged around a one-eyed view of the sport, centred around celebrity-worship and jingoism masquerading as fandom.”
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Gonna do a Devil's advocate on the question of Super 8 pre-seeding here. Leaving aside the logistical and political constraints, plus convenience for travelling fans, I'm not convinced it's really worse than the alternative from a sporting integrity standpoint either.
@snehalchokshi@AMP86793444 People will complain for everything… if not pre-seeded then the uncertainty till last moment.. and then they will complain about that too..
@AatifNawaz Excellent video!! What i thought missing.. was the impact of reduced distribution! BCCI i believe can absorb it, and as per the numbers, even PCB can absorb it initially! But can it absorb future ramifications ?? Make a video on that if possible!
“Handshake bhool gaye aap lagta hai ,padosiyon ke paas bhi rukay thay aap"
PCB ABSOLUTELY COOKED INDIA IN THE PROMO FOR AUSTRALIA’S TOUR OF PAKISTAN 😂🔥
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The Subtle Art of Overeating Politely
A hotel’s complimentary buffet breakfast is the closest thing to a polite catastrophe . At 6:30 a.m., grown adults who normally need three alarms to wake up are already hovering outside the restaurant door like it’s a flash sale. The moment it opens, civilisation leaves the room . People surge forward with the desperation of a species that fears the poori might run away.
The continental section sits there, lonely, untouched. Croissants looking depressed, bread slices drying in the AC because the true desi minimalists walk past them like past bad memories. Bread and eggs? Why again? They station themselves at the dosa counter with the same intensity that they used for land disputes.
Meanwhile the Full-Hog Overachievers begin their day’s construction work: plate upon plate stacked with paratha touching pasta touching pineapple touching ideological confusion. They aren’t here to eat; they are here to economically punish the hotel for daring to include breakfast in the tariff. A subset of them say “ nothing is good” before they go for a second helping. Another guest drinks nine cups of masala chai and wonders aloud why his BP is rising. The rest of us know.
Then come the Protein Bros, those majestic creatures whose arms enter the buffet three seconds before the rest of their body. They demand fourteen egg whites and bargain like they’re at Chickpet. One bro even pours whey powder into sambar, declaring it a fusion dish. The chef’s soul quietly exits his body.
Nearby, a diabetic guest requests a strict egg-white omelette while simultaneously dual-wielding mango and pineapple juice like nutritional nunchucks. Their glucose meter files for voluntary retirement. And just when the buffet thinks it has seen enough, the rich sleepers float in at 11:20 a.m.Breakfast long gone, even the toaster unplugged. But time, to them, is a rumour. They demand pancakes from the void, and hotel staff obey with the resignation of civil servants during budget season. The order a la carte..
The business traveller meanwhile is on Day four and has a serving of toast–fried egg–coffee déjà vu. He pockets bananas like he’s smuggling state secrets, sips coffee with dead eyes, and silently wonders when he last felt joy. Children, on the other hand, are pure chaos wrapped in sugar.They are charging at waffles, drowning them in chocolate syrup, and rejecting anything that looks remotely like nutrition. The hotel staff steps aside as they sprint past, muffins in both hands like victorious gladiators. Their moms are trying to feed them something they detest. The dads overlook this event…
Uncles are the true apex predators: poori, dosa soaked in ghee, pongal the size of a meteor, five cups of chai, and then the inevitable announcement “I eat very light these days.”
Fitness Moms interrogate the buffet like they’re cracking a terror cell: “Which oil? Which farm? What breed of almond?” And after all this detective work, they consume three papaya cubes and radiate smug wellness.
Foreign tourists wander around in innocent confusion, eating idli with jam, mixing chutney with muesli, sipping sambar like broth until suddenly their tongue goes numb and they realise India has entered their bloodstream.
The lonely cereal guy sits surrounded by 800 calories of joy and chooses cornflakes anyway, crunching like he’s punishing himself for existing.
Somewhere, an influencer couple rearranges that poori for 40 minutes, taking photos from all angles. By the time they finish, the poori has the emotional stability of a punctured balloon. Nearby, professional buffet looters stuff muffins into handbags, slip bread rolls into jacket pockets, and walk out rustling like walking vegetable markets.
And through all of this, someone always makes an impossible request from masala cornflakes, gluten-free poha to a sugar-free gulab jamun while the staff stares into the horizon questioning every life choice.
A complimentary buffet breakfast is not nourishment. It is revenge, it is childhood trauma, it is class struggle, it is comedy, it is tragedy, it is a deeply personal confrontation with carbs.
It is the Olympics of Paisa Vasool. And after the dust settles, after the plates are cleared, after the last banana is smuggled away, everyone makes the same bold declaration:
“Tomorrow, I’ll eat light.”
And of course, as we leave, all of us are already telling the same lie to ourselves, the oldest lie in the history of complimentary breakfasts:
Tomorrow, we’ll behave better.
Tomorrow arrives.
We won’t.
But it’s sweet that we believe it.
@snehalchokshi I guess the international pressure meant the govt had to oblige with the terorist demand and could not continue negotiation longer to manage a better outcome!
🚨Second Hijack of IC‑814: The Untold Story🚨
What Dhurandhar Missed 🕵️♂️
Hijackers thought they had an Aircraft. But what they really held was the nervous system of Modern Economy💱💰
Full stry @BWBusinessworld@anuragbatrayo#DhurandharMovie#Dhurandhar
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@Cricket_Plus_US The biggest advantage for any player in IPL is the ability to get picked up in other league as many ipl owners own teams in other leagues. That was the readon corbin bosch left pal for ipl even for less money and sitting on bench.
The imaginary pakistani friend..😂😂 watch/listen rafar youtube videos about lyari gang war.. many ( of course not all) of the things movie shown were true.. including whiever rule layari rules karachi. @snehalchokshi
Masood Azhar was caught in February 1994 by the Congress Government.
In 1999, he was freed, by the Vajpayee Government, Doval personally escorted him.
Baatein karte hain...
There you go.. as i said.. he did not even watched the movie and commenting.. just like his cricket podcast..😂😂 he should habe rename himself besharam qazi..😂😂 @snehalchokshi
A lot of you have assumed that I tweeted what I tweeted after watching Dhurandhar.
I saw a clip of Akshay Khanna "adaabing" and that's it.
Have no intention of watching propaganda-ridden garbage. Got better things to do in life.
The guy probably have not even seen the movie.. just like his cricket podcast, he uses high end words, but meaning less stuff.. instead of proper analysis, he use popular opinion…he once said babar is better than sachin & shaheen is better than bumrah..😂😂. @snehalchokshi
I've lived 20 out of my 31 years in Pakistan and I'm yet to witness the "adaab" greeting that we see so frequently in Bollywood movies.
Don't even get me started on the male eyes full of kohl, extra mole on face, and usage of the word "janaab" 😅
THREAD 🧵
How a single poster in Kashmir unravelled a chilling terror plot spanning five states and prevented a mass-casualty nightmare.
Read this thread, which will sound like a season straight out of Homeland or Fauda!